A Tiny Mustard Seed.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

A tiny mustard seed….

prolific poem,
profound write,
with every line I prudently bite
scorching, flaming and heated
i had upon it
i had it
i had that it
really tough bit
my cascading flow
a solitarily trip
solitary in silence,
humble me
humbly me
wish
perpetually with the Lord
and with His Beloved Son
accompanied by the Holy Spirit
this Three Unity
my greatest wish
i acknowledge solemnly
i need them all three
all three in unity
all three in beauty
i praise them
i pray to them
though each time
my sinful thoughts
not all sins gone
praying
each day done
big prayer
long prayer
also small prayer
depends on the day
cloudless
heavy clouds
monsoon rainfall
still one thing forgotten, Lord
one biggest thing
to be in your boat aboard
surrounded by your greatest love
breathing in your firmest love
i have not that capacity
i still must create
that capacity
therefore
I need you every day
deep breathing in
deep breathing out
wothout a shout
Him worshipping
through my daily praying
trying to pray
each day
without sin
since you said
long time gone
not yet spoken out
but a tiny mustard seed
fertile in thoughts
is already a sin
so do not let them
coming constantly in....

©Sylvia Frances Chan

Tuesday 18 June 2019-
@6.43 hrs am Dutch Time